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Chapter 156
The third round of eliminations was still very rough and simple, refining the third-grade pill.
But all the pharmacists noticed that the barrier-breaking pills they needed to refine were of the third-grade entry-level pills.
This made them feel a little relieved. It seemed that at the level of third-grade pills, the winner was not determined in one round.
When they found three sets of materials on the transmission platform, the pharmacists on the field were even more relieved, especially those pharmacists with a low success rate in refining pills. They were even more fortunate.
This time they can have three chances, otherwise they might be so nervous that their hands would shake, and they would be finished if the furnace exploded.
Feng Ming still maintained his usual attitude, checking the materials slowly and slowly, and started refining the pills.
Compared to him, Qiu Yi's face was much more solemn, and his attitude was much more serious. He no longer thought that he could easily reach the end as he did at the beginning. He met the biggest opponent in his life.
In the stands, Bai Qiaomo and the little turtle watched very calmly. The little turtle even held a beast core and gnawed it.
It was only outside that the owner did not let it gnaw the top-grade pills, otherwise it would make the people around it jealous and envy it to death.
The little snake, who was used as a bracelet, rolled its eyes when it heard the click.
Alas, when can it get rid of this state of hiding? It is obviously a dragon.
The whole venue is very large, and the stands are densely populated. At this time, two more people came to the stands. Because they were at the end of the stands, few people noticed them.
One of them was a strong middle-aged man, and the other was a little frail-looking Shuang'er. Shuang'er saw the scene on the stage from a distance and whispered: "Grandpa, look, it's Xiao Qiao, no, it's Brother Feng Ming, Brother Feng Ming is refining the elixir on the stage."
"Yes, yes, it's Feng Ming."
Old Master Shi wanted to roll his eyes. It was Feng Ming, and Bai Qiaomo must be in the stands close to the stage.
Who would have thought that the token he gave out would be used so quickly.
Thinking of the handwritten letter from Feng Jinlin, the captain of the Fengying Mercenary Corps, which was delivered to him, Shi Yan thought to himself that these people really didn't cover up at all, and they were not afraid that he would expose the things that Feng Ming and Bai Qiaomo did.
Without knowing the true identities of Big Brother Qiao and Little Brother Qiao, Cheng Miao could not wait to urge his grandfather to bring him to the Imperial City to watch the league game.
Fortunately, he did not miss the first game of the Alchemist Competition despite being in a hurry.
Cheng Miao was much more active than before, and was very interested in asking other people around about the progress of the game.
Upon learning that the third round was underway and that Feng Ming had performed the best in the first two rounds, Cheng Miao was so excited that he almost shouted.
Shi Yan had a strange look on his face, thinking that if he had known this earlier, he should have bought more pills from Feng Ming when the two of them were on the territory of his Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps.
You said that a good pharmacist, instead of staying in Sihong Academy to make medicine, was running around all day long. In his opinion, he had no peace of mind. He had gone to the border city of Chiri City. Otherwise, how could the captain of the Fengying mercenary team in Chiri City have the token he gave.
I have never seen a pharmacist who can make more trouble than Fengming.
But this talent for making medicine is really high, especially with a fifth-grade pharmacist behind them.
Shi Yan rolled his eyes and laughed in his heart. No matter how you look at it, he has benefited more.
Otherwise, with his status, it would be extremely difficult to ask a fifth-grade pharmacist to make medicine. Now it is much easier.
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Feng Ming had never thought that his father would send someone to contact the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps so quickly. He concentrated on refining his own pills, and at the same time, he was also controlling the pill-making situation in his pill furnace, so as not to accidentally refine nine top-grade pills.
If that happened, he might not be able to leave the imperial city.
This was not to scare himself. Geniuses like him were the most popular, and the royal family would never be willing to let him go.
Just like the previous two rounds, Qiu Yi was the first to collect the pills, and Feng Ming was still a few steps behind. The audience in the stands, including Qiu Chen and others in the referee's seat, had already gotten used to it.
Until now, no one has been able to break the rhythm of Feng Ming's medicine refining, and I think no one in this game can do it either.
This means that Qiu Yi sees Feng Ming as his biggest competitor, but in Feng Ming's eyes, this may not be the case. Qiu Yi may just be a little bit special than other alchemists.
Such thoughts can't help but make Qiu Chen secretly guess, could it be that Feng Ming hasn't shown his full strength yet? Is that why Yu Xiao is so calm?
Such speculation makes Qiu Chen regret more and more that he didn't find such a good seedling before Yu Xiao.
Hearing that Feng Ming took the initiative to find Yu Xiao, Qiu Chen couldn't help but get angry. Don't Feng Ming know that the best alchemists are in the imperial city?
If you want to learn to make medicine, why don't you come to the imperial city to find a teacher?
Because the level of alchemy skills of Qiu Yi and Feng Ming was much higher than that of other alchemists, the audience, except for their own people, focused their attention on these two people. It didn't matter whether the other alchemists watched or not.
In the third round, Qiu Yi collected nine pills, two of which were top-grade and seven of which were medium-grade.
He thought it was a very good result, but now, he was not sure that he could beat Feng Ming.
Since he taught himself to make alchemy, this was the first time he felt defeated by another alchemist. In the past, he always let others defeat him.
In the third round, Feng Ming collected nine pills, also full pills, but the situation was reversed from Qiu Yi, seven of which were top-grade and two of which were medium-grade.
When the results were announced, even Qiu Yi couldn't help but gasp. For him, this result was also overwhelming.
Other pharmacists had long since stopped wanting to compete with these two. They were very satisfied if they could successfully refine the pills.
Those two succeeded in the first furnace, and many other pharmacists were still working hard.
It was actually very normal for pharmacists to fail in the first furnace. When they first became third-grade pharmacists, it was considered good if they could succeed in one of ten furnaces.
In other places, third-grade pharmacists were sought after, but here, many third-grade pharmacists were hit hard and could not compare with those two non-humans.
Many pharmacists failed in the first furnace and needed to refine the second and third furnaces, which made it convenient for Feng Ming to watch.
After refining his own pills and handing them in, he held his chin and looked at them one by one. As for his own consumption, he could just throw a pill into his mouth and chew it. It was that casual.
Feng Ming also felt that it was extremely difficult to cultivate a third-grade pharmacist in a place with not very strong strength and not very superior environment, and they had some good points.
Therefore, Feng Ming was casual, but he looked very seriously.
He just didn't communicate with others enough, and it was only after he became a disciple of his master that he came into contact with pharmacists other than the art of healing, which broadened his horizons.
In this pharmacist league, by watching these pharmacists making medicine, he felt that he could get a glimpse of the pharmacist level of the entire Dongmu Dynasty, and he didn't have to run around to find people to exchange ideas.
Qiu Chen was also deeply moved when he saw Feng Ming like this. He knew that the more talented a young man was, the more arrogant he was, and he looked down on those who were weaker than them.
Qiu Yi was like this. He always looked down upon alchemists who were weaker than him.
He thought Feng Ming was the same. Seeing the flash of excitement between Feng Ming and Qiu Yi when Feng Ming first came on stage, he thought Feng Ming was as arrogant as Qiu Yi.
But now he knew he had misunderstood. These two people often acted unexpectedly.
At this time, Yu Xiao's voice rang in his ears: "Is my disciple good enough? My little disciple has always been down-to-earth and never aims too high."
Qiu Chen wanted to roll his eyes and show off to him, whispering: "Be careful that I snatch your disciple away. Even if I can't snatch him away, don't forget that there is a sixth-grade pharmacist in the palace."
Yu Xiao sneered: "Forget it, that person doesn't look down on those outside."
Besides, for him now, the sixth-grade pharmacist is not so unattainable, but there is no need to let Qiu Chen know about this situation, so as not to leak the news and cause unnecessary twists and turns.
Even his disciple knew about it, so how could he not be vigilant against the royal family.
Qiu Chen admitted that Yu Xiao was telling the truth. The reason why he chose Zhongqiu Yi was not only because of his talent, but also because he had royal blood and shared the same interests with the royal family. The royal family was also worried about outsiders.
Although Qiu Chen was close to the royal family, as the chief hall master of the Medicine Hall, he still maintained a certain degree of independence. As the chief hall master of the Medicine Hall, he also had a clearer view of many things.
Some pharmacists who had just entered the third rank failed to make all three furnaces of elixir. They could only sigh and leave the stage and withdraw from the competition.
When the third round was over, there were less than 50 pharmacists left on the stage, and some of them made very poor quality elixirs.
As long as they can refine a Tongmai Pill, they can stay even if it is a low-grade pill with many impurities, but these people have no confidence in the next round.
Giving the pharmacists time to rest and recover, the pharmacist competition entered the fourth round.
As everyone thought, the fourth round is still the third-grade Zengyuan Pill, a pill used to increase the cultivator's Yuanli, but the difficulty of refining is greater than that of Tongmai Pill.
The same three sets of materials, Feng Ming still maintained the original rhythm.
It seems that for him, from the beginning to now, the difficulty of refining these pills is the same, and his brows have not wrinkled even a little.
His rhythm remains unchanged, but the speed of others slows down, which makes him seem to speed up.
Qiu Yi did not slow down either. The competition became a performance between the two of them. Others were very careful and cautious, but no matter what these two did, they were as smooth as flowing water, which made people feel comfortable and did not mind that time passed too slowly.
Cheng Miao said to his grandfather: "Brother Fengming is so amazing."
Shi Yan: "Yes, yes, very amazing."
His grandson is a Fengming blower. Fengming is amazing no matter what he does.
Thinking about the final end of Wu Yingyan and the Wu family, Tsk, Grandpa Shi had to admit that the two young people were indeed amazing. This is called the back wave pushing the front wave, and they are going to beat the front wave to death on the beach. He is the front wave and cannot compare with the young people.
The end of the Wu family is definitely due to the contributions of those two boys, and this old man also admires them very much.